I have no known birthday. While Kaoru may know, he has not shared this piece of information with me, and as the person I was then, before the lab, has no direct connection to who I am today - I bear not the same name, and my memories of my childhood are quite limited. The lack of a birthday to celebrate has never really managed to bother me. I find ( Read more... )

I find myself returning time and again to specific subjects. One of them is art, including, but not limited to, literature. I meet art in my work as a freelance writer because what I do is, essentially, writing about it. I meet art in my home because it is there, waiting to be read or looked at or listened to. I meet art in my friendship with Joss ( Read more... )

I must admit that I had somewhat feared Vincent’s reaction to my latest public entry. When he had read it, however, his exclamation was of a different kind than I had expected ( Read more... )

I believe, firmly, that all stories must be told at their own pace. They should not be rushed, nor be prolonged (though I may be guilty of doing the latter occasionally). Some stories are short and simple, some long and complicated. Some end, and some do not, and most of them, I once read in a book by a contemporary author with whom I agree, ( Read more... )

I have just returned home from a walk, enjoying the setting of the sun behind trees and tall buildings. I do not go to bed for a while still. My sleep pattern is less demanding than that of most humans. I do not need more than a handful of hours of sleep every night to function properly ( Read more... )

I have been researching a little on various theories of parallel worlds recently. The question of other worlds, and how they may interact with mine, the one that is real and solid to me, was brought up by a friend ( Read more... )

I had not expected to encounter Chrome again so soon, and certainly not under the circumstances which I did last night ( Read more... )

I had considered talking to him again for a while, and he, apparently, had also thought of contacting me. When we did make an appointment and met last night, we were both aware of the irony of the date that we had picked. I went to the city as the sun set, going by train, though I would have to walk back or find another means of transportation as ( Read more... )

I sent in applications and examples of my writing to three different magazines. At this point, I have received answers from two of them. Whether the editor of the third one deemed my skills unworthy of even a rejection or just has not had the opportunity to reply, I do not know. However, the two replies that I have gotten are quite positive. One of ( Read more... )

Fundamentally, Vincent and I disagree on the matter of books. We may read the same volumes, may agree on their qualities and their weaknesses as literary works, but ultimately we feel quite differently about their nature. Vincent enjoys beautifully bound first editions. He admires pages untouched and dislikes bent corners, underlinings, and ( Read more... )